Post by Vrelt on Jun 19, 2009 0:01:34 GMT -5
Seeing Vrelt and the ferretmaid following him generated many second glances from the various beasts in the fortress; it had been a long time since any other beast had accompanied the warlord to his private chambers. The stories had apparently started flying when Jayne was invited to enjoy a meal with him, and never returned outside of the throne room where one of the servants had last spotted her; that servant must had to much time on her paws as she spread the tale of Vrelt and Jayne.
Though his servants and all the beasts that called Riftgard home showed respect to him as their ruler, some still questioned whether he was fit to rule or not. Those who didn't agree with his leadership mainly did so because of Vrelt's strong roots in the business of piracy. Many felt he didn't deserve to rule Riftgard because of that reliance on pirates and a powerful navy, instead of building up a suitable army. The beasts in opposition of him were made up of rouge supporters of Drask Darkfang, who still believed the sharp minded ferret should rule Riftgard, and many of them had positions in either the Ratguards, Vrelt's army, or the Elite Guard. Even if Drask lost the island, he had planted seeds of resistance against his half-brother, and those beasts who wanted Vrelt to be permanently dethroned refused to reveal themselves openly, that made it hard for the warlord to put an end to Drask's supporters still here at Riftgard.
Those pirate roots had served Vrelt well in the past, as well as now, for the many seabeasts he met in his time as a corsair now were his strongest allies, some of those who had helped him to take over Riftgard now help high places in his empire. Including some of the beasts of his original crew. Vrelt was on his way to take Jayne to see one of these beasts right now; she was an old female rat that served aboard the formidable corsair ship called 'Vrelt's Pride.' She was the cook aboard that ship back when Vrelt was a pirate, as well as an expert at the 'art' of making clothes, in fact, the very tunic he now wore was sewed by that old rat. After Vrelt took power at Riftgard, he immediately made the old rat the head of the kitchens, where she could cook all of the warlord's favorite meals, that he could eat without the fear of being poisoned.
Vrelt stopped walking at the front of a solid wooden door, and knocked there,seconds later, a voice sounded from behind the door. "Who's at m' door? Speak up! An' if this is Hislek, go get th' others t' cook yer bloody food!"
The warlord smiled slightly as he called out to the old female rat, "It's me, Gurran. I've got a beast out here who needs some new clothes." After a few moments hesitation, the door swung open to reveal the old rat, a slightly overweight beast, with a scolding expression seemingly fixed permanently on her face. She looked first at Vrelt, then at Jayne, that look never leaving her face as she responded. "Now Vrelt, What did y' get this ferretmaid into? What happened t' all her clothes? Are y' ever gonna learn?" Gurran looked the ferretmaid over, with a snort. "Vrelt, ain't I taught y' better than t' "lose" a ferretmaid's clothes like this? Y' both get in here and explain what's goin' on." There was no other beast living who could get away with talking to the warlord like that, except the old rat standing in the doorway, she was in many ways like a mother to the ferret, a beast that not only cooked for him, but also taught him much since the day he became a corsair. Vrelt stepped past the old rat, into her room, and motioned for Jayne to do the same.
Though his servants and all the beasts that called Riftgard home showed respect to him as their ruler, some still questioned whether he was fit to rule or not. Those who didn't agree with his leadership mainly did so because of Vrelt's strong roots in the business of piracy. Many felt he didn't deserve to rule Riftgard because of that reliance on pirates and a powerful navy, instead of building up a suitable army. The beasts in opposition of him were made up of rouge supporters of Drask Darkfang, who still believed the sharp minded ferret should rule Riftgard, and many of them had positions in either the Ratguards, Vrelt's army, or the Elite Guard. Even if Drask lost the island, he had planted seeds of resistance against his half-brother, and those beasts who wanted Vrelt to be permanently dethroned refused to reveal themselves openly, that made it hard for the warlord to put an end to Drask's supporters still here at Riftgard.
Those pirate roots had served Vrelt well in the past, as well as now, for the many seabeasts he met in his time as a corsair now were his strongest allies, some of those who had helped him to take over Riftgard now help high places in his empire. Including some of the beasts of his original crew. Vrelt was on his way to take Jayne to see one of these beasts right now; she was an old female rat that served aboard the formidable corsair ship called 'Vrelt's Pride.' She was the cook aboard that ship back when Vrelt was a pirate, as well as an expert at the 'art' of making clothes, in fact, the very tunic he now wore was sewed by that old rat. After Vrelt took power at Riftgard, he immediately made the old rat the head of the kitchens, where she could cook all of the warlord's favorite meals, that he could eat without the fear of being poisoned.
Vrelt stopped walking at the front of a solid wooden door, and knocked there,seconds later, a voice sounded from behind the door. "Who's at m' door? Speak up! An' if this is Hislek, go get th' others t' cook yer bloody food!"
The warlord smiled slightly as he called out to the old female rat, "It's me, Gurran. I've got a beast out here who needs some new clothes." After a few moments hesitation, the door swung open to reveal the old rat, a slightly overweight beast, with a scolding expression seemingly fixed permanently on her face. She looked first at Vrelt, then at Jayne, that look never leaving her face as she responded. "Now Vrelt, What did y' get this ferretmaid into? What happened t' all her clothes? Are y' ever gonna learn?" Gurran looked the ferretmaid over, with a snort. "Vrelt, ain't I taught y' better than t' "lose" a ferretmaid's clothes like this? Y' both get in here and explain what's goin' on." There was no other beast living who could get away with talking to the warlord like that, except the old rat standing in the doorway, she was in many ways like a mother to the ferret, a beast that not only cooked for him, but also taught him much since the day he became a corsair. Vrelt stepped past the old rat, into her room, and motioned for Jayne to do the same.